A Few Less Enemies

Blog Post created by OldBones-Larry on Dec 3, 2017

I sent one of the Bedoin scouts back to check on the bunch we left staked in the wadi. I told him to make sure he wasn't seen in case they had gotten free of the bindings. He has been gone all of last night.

The scout returned this morning with news. He said that as he was approaching the wadi, he heard heavy winds. He looked across the wadi and saw a massive sandstorm approaching. He quickly looked and found our "guests" still staked securely in the bottom of the cut.

A protective cleft in a rockface became his refuge for several hours. He covered his face to wait out the storm.

When he was able to leave his shelter, he saw that the wadi was filled with sand. No trace of the people we had left there remained.

All twenty that we had left staked down there seem to be buried under eight feet of sand. I can't say that I will morn their demise.

I would almost swear that The Old Goat had asked the powers that be to bury those fiends in sand. I can think of no better end for them. To be snuffed out in sand seems to be poetic justice for the things they have perpetrated over the years.

I continue the journey back to the caravan trail to continue my mission. 

Travel safely friends....

One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.

Larry the Caravan Master